Home is Home

I love my my home it might just be walls and a door but to my family it’s a home to love and care. Home is home even in the mornings when I hear my sister my snoring I will still keep her in my heart even if sometimes she’s mean . she always steals my heat away with a joyous smile on her face. Summer, winter, fall, spring, all bring me joy even if my popsicle melts away. I’m still happy that I have a home to jump, sing and play. Home is a place where I feel safe and loved. Like when I leave for school I always get a warm hug. And a story at night and sometimes when we’re camping I look up at the stars and think of my home. On Christmas we sit by the fire and watch the wood burn, sipping hot Choco , telling stories of Saint Nicholas and I always think” wow’’ I hope someday when I do move away a loving family will take good care of my crazy, fun, loving house.